Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life,
Literature and Love
She’s a Dear Old Thing
She’s a
dear old thing
A widow-woman,
aged, gentle, and frail
She bats
her china-doll blue eyes in helplessness
And
others, in pity, see to her needs
Her subtle
whispers slice a marriage apart
She’s a
dear old thing
The
sympathetic mechanic tends her car for nothing
The minister’s
family has her over for dinner
The
neighbor mows her lawn at least once a week
Her
subtle whispers get a young man fired
She’s a
dear old thing
The local
physician is easy on her bill
The
highway patrol lets her off with a caution
Friends drive
her to her Sunday school class
Her
subtle whispers send a young woman to suicide
She’s a
dear old thing
Beware,
beware the subtle serpent’s sting
The taut
rope’s swing, the pale night-walker’s cling
And her, because
She’s a dear old
thing
